In just a single breath, Warter felt the terrifying power of the Advanced Meditation Technique. The black flames on his body immediately began to burn.
"Ahhh!"
Warter let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed to the ground. He waved his hands in an attempt to extinguish the terrifying black flames on his body, but his arms seemed to have rusted and his movements were extremely slow.
Connor was pleasantly surprised to see the Arbiter rolling back and forth on the ground trying to extinguish the black flames. Things were going much smoother than he had imagined. It seemed that an Arbiter from the Church of the Storm was about to die tragically at his hands. Although he was surprised, Connor did not hold back. With a thought, the Shackles of Shadows once again shot towards the struggling Arbiter on the ground.
However, at this moment, just as Connor, who thought that victory was already in his grasp, relaxed a little, Warter, who was on the verge of death from the black flames, looked at the dark Magus in front of him with a venomous glint in his eyes. He struggled to use the last bit of strength he had left in this world to pull out a revolver from his grey Arbiter's Cloak. He aimed at Connor's chest and pulled the trigger!
* Bang! * A silver bullet pierced through the air and shot towards the left side of Connor's chest.
At this moment, the Greenwood badge on Connor's body instantly erupted with a layer of light, enveloping Connor inside. However, this layer of light didn't stop the silver bullet's advance in the slightest.
Connor's body trembled. He lowered his head in disbelief as blood splattered out from his left chest. He then fell limply to the ground.
* Beep beep beep beep! Emergency! Emergency! Host has been shot. Immediate emergency treatment is required. Otherwise, Host will die from excessive blood loss in three minutes! * The auxiliary chip gave an alert in Connor's mind. Even at this moment, its female voice was still as cold as ever.
"Damn it, a gutter sailboat!"
Although his body was shot and his chest was bleeding non-stop, the abnormal physical quality of an official knight still allowed Connor to maintain his consciousness.
Connor's mind raced as he tried to figure out what he could do to help himself. He didn't want to die! He had yet to flirt with beautiful girls like a noble, and he had yet to discover the truth behind the path of adepts!
There were still many things waiting for him to do! He, Connor, absolutely could not die in this place! Absolutely not!
"Varga's medicine?"
Connor's hard work paid off. He recalled the blue potion that Varga had given him, which was said to be effective in stopping bleeding and relieving injuries!
His right hand struggled to reach into his chest. Connor was now very glad that he didn't find it troublesome to keep the blue potion in the apartment, but carried it with him just in case.
Feeling the cold texture of the potion bottle, Connor's eyes showed no trace of hesitation. Although he didn't know if the blue potion Varga gave him would be effective enough to save his life, Connor didn't have any better ideas in this situation. He could only try his best!
Taking out the blue potion, Connor raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Cool! Sweet!
This was the first feeling Connor had after drinking the blue potion. Following which, a miraculous scene occurred. Connor felt the bleeding on his left chest gradually decrease, and his strength slowly recovered.
[Beep! The blue potion's energy has temporarily suppressed the Host's injuries. However, the anti-magic bullet still remains outside the Host's body. According to the A.I. Chip's analysis, the blue potion's energy can only last for about an hour. After an hour, the Host will once again be in a dangerous situation! Moreover, the anti-magic bullet is only 3cm away from the Host's heart. The A.I. Chip does not recommend the Host to act on his own!] Just when Connor thought that he had been saved and was about to go wild with joy, the warning from the A.I. Chip sounded in his mind once again!
"* * * * * * *!" Connor couldn't help but curse out loud at the sudden rise and fall of the situation.
Shaking his head fiercely, Connor forced himself to calm down. Although an hour wasn't a lot, it wasn't a small amount either. He had a high chance of surviving!
Going to the hospital for treatment was definitely out of the question. The A.I. Chip said that he had been hit by an anti-magic bullet, and only the police station and the Church of the Storm had magic bullets in Loen. Going to the hospital for treatment was no different from walking right into a trap!
Should I look for Reyes? This thought arose in Connor's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. The Grimm University campus where Reyes's villa was located was in the eastern suburbs of Loen City. And now, he was in the northern suburbs of Loen City. Even if he rode a horse carriage at full speed, it would take him an hour to reach there. Furthermore, he didn't have any means of transportation with him. If he were to look for Reyes, there was a high chance that he would die on the way.
Looks like I can only look for Varga! Connor's expression flickered as he made his final decision. It was the weekend now, and if he remembered correctly, Varga should be staying at her house in the northern district at this time, not at Grimm University. Most importantly, Connor remembered that Varga's house was at No. 58 De Rossi Street in the northern district. That place wasn't far from his current location, and it would only take him half an hour to walk there.
After figuring everything out, Connor stood up from the ground and glanced at the Arbiter's corpse that had been burned to a crisp by the black flames of the Shadow Chain. Connor's eyes flickered with hatred, but in the end, facing this charred corpse, he could only bury it underground. After cleaning up the scene, Connor hurriedly set foot on the road to Varga's house.
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"Grandma Mary, how's Varga's cooking?" In a simple and clean house at No. 58 De Rossi Street, Varga had a sweet smile on her face as she asked the skinny old woman sitting across the table.
Glancing at the few home-cooked dishes on the table, the old woman's wrinkled face showed a kind smile. She nodded slightly and joked, "My little Varga will be a perfect wife in the future. I just don't know which man will be so lucky to marry my little Varga."
"Grandma Mary!" Hearing her grandmother's teasing, Varga seemed a little flustered. A touch of blush appeared on her fair face, and she couldn't help but think of a tall young man in a black trench coat.
However, just as Varga and her grandmother were enjoying a warm moment with their family, someone suddenly knocked on the wooden door of the house.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! The loud and heavy knocking on the door showed the directness and urgency of the guest outside.
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